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  I felt objectified and exposed as the cameras came out and the flashes went off all around me. The tables were arranged in an open C-shape, two banks either side of the head table.

  I walked towards Ms Stafford who was sitting in the centre of the head table.

  As I approached her the room began to chant.

  Sissy!

  Sissy!

  Sissy!

  Ms Stafford stood up and began to encourage the chanting, raising her arms to increase the volume, which now seemed deafening. I felt intimidated and kept my head down, desperate to not make eye contact with any of the chanting women.

  I then remembered what Ms Stafford had said about eye contact with your superiors and looked up at her. As she raised and lowered her hands, her proud breasts bounced up and down almost hypnotically.

  I thought about sucking on her nipples and humiliating myself for her pleasure. She was a majestic woman in truth, and I was beginning to realise that I was lucky to have been chosen by her.

  Ms Stafford then indicated to the women to quieten down and then in an instant there was a hush over the entire room. I could feel that I had a hard on and only hoped that it wasn’t visible, after all my maid’s dress was shockingly short.

  “Well, ladies,” Ms Stafford bellowed. “We have our maid! Now what our maid will do is parade around the room and courtesy for each of you. Well, boy, what are you waiting for!”

  With that, I did as I was told and wobbled on my high heels around the tables and made sure to courtesy low and with the proper form.

  Or so I thought…

  “Ms Stafford! Sissy didn’t look me in the eye when she curtseyed,” Felicity said.

  Felicity was a striking woman, possibly one of the younger ones, in her late twenties. She had a very athletic figure and an enormous ass, a booty that she had delighted in using to squish my face earlier in my room. I sensed that she had it in for me though, or she was certainly intent on causing me the maximum levels of punishment and humiliation.

  “Is this right? Are you a useless little sissy who can’t bow to your superiors properly?” Ms Stafford asked.

  “I’m sorry Ms Stafford, please, I made a mist-,” I spluttered.

  :Oh shut that stupid little wimpy, sissy mouth!” Ms Stafford proclaimed loudly, her words echoing off the grand walls.

  The room fell quiet, and this meant that the other women, who Aunty Beverley had admitted were scared of the boss almost as much as men were, knew she was angry.

  Instinctively I fell to me knees and kept my head down but eyes up to ensure I maintained eye contact as Ms Stafford walked round the table and into the clearing.

  She circled me, her eyes cast downwards, mocking and judging this little pathetic specimen in front of her.

  From behind she lifted my maid’s dress and yanked it off. At her request I had worn the quick release Velcro outfit and now I knew why.

  I expected loud cheers but there remained a silence.

  “Look at him girls,” Ms Stafford said, sternly. “This excuse for a man was happy to accept my kind offer of a room and board at my expense, but he – or she – can’t be bothered to even complete a simple task in return! Now, how should we punish him? Suggestions?”

  “Spank him!” Cried one woman, her face full of anger.

  “Stuff his bottom with a cucumber!” Another woman cried, nudging the woman next to her and winking.

  “No, bring in one of the big black night guards and make him suck and fuck on their fat cocks!” A tall blond woman said, a look of pure glee on her face.

  “Oh girls, these are excellent suggestions!” Ms Stafford said. “What do you think, slut?”

  I didn’t know how to answer the question.

  It felt like a massive trick to me. If I said I didn’t want to do any of those things I was worried she would make me do all of them.

  Or maybe I was just worried that I actually wanted to do these depraved acts?

  But either way, I knew I had to answer.

  “I-I-I, I will do whatever you tell me,” Ms Stafford, I said, looking at her directly in the eye.

  I knew deep down that I was telling the truth, I absolutely would do whatever she told me… and I would do it with commitment and with the goal of redeeming myself in her demanding eyes.

  “Gooooood,” She replied. “Now get on all fours and wiggle that bottom for me as you crawl around. And this time make sure you make bloody eye contact with every damn superior woman in this room!”

  I did as I was told, I crawled around the room on all fours, my thong clad bottom wiggling to the delight of the crowd.

  “Ms Stafford, his cocklet has popped out!” One woman cried out.

  “Yes,” Ms Stafford replied. “And it looks like it’s happy to see us! Get over here now, sissy maggot dick!”

  I crawled as quickly as I could and presented myself at Ms Stafford’s feet.

  It was at that moment that Beverley, who had crept out earlier, walked in to the room. And she wasn’t alone.

  Standing next to her were two of the concierges who covered the night shift. One was a six foot, stocky build Nigerian called Aleffo and the other a six foot three Jamaican called, of all things, Willy.

  Instinctively, I grabbed a hold of Ms Stafford’s ankles and buried my head into her feet. Now the reality of what might happen was dawning I didn’t know if I could go through with whatever depraved act was going to be demanded of me.

  Felicity, Jasmine, get over here and remove the little sod off my feet, Ms Stafford said, kicking her feet and making me fall backwards.

  Before I knew it I was being lifted and then secured in position on my knees, my hard little dick pointing out towards the two approaching specimens of manhood.

  “Ms Stafford,” Jasmine said, “I think I saw the sissy lick his lips!”

  “Well, you may well have done,” Ms Stafford said. “He does look like the sort of little loser who fantasises about getting frisky with a real alpha male. Well, are you?”

  My head was gone and all I could do was stare as the two men took off their clothes and stood before me, each wearing a pair of briefs that displayed their large, muscular bodies and of course… their sizeable bulges at the front of their pants.

  “We’ll take that as a yes, slut,” Ms Stafford declared. “This time I’ll let you off, you’re clearly in shock at seeing this kind of bull in the flesh. Although I don’t doubt that you spend enough time studying this kind of God on the internet.”

  The crowd laughed in approval.

  And Mrs Stafford was right of course. While I hadn’t actually licked my lips, I may as well have done.

  I felt an overwhelming surge of excitement at being in such close proximity to these black Gods.

  Aleffo and Willy both stepped towards me and began to pass me back and forth, lifting me up with ease and putting me over their shoulders, putting me in a standing 69 position, pressing my face into their crotches.

  The women howled and cheered, delighted at the spectacle they were witnessing.

  “Okay boys, off with your pants!” Ms Stafford ordered.

  I was placed down on the floor and as I looked up I could see both men remove their pants to reveal equally impressive cocks.

  Of course, both dwarfed mine.

  Aleffo had the shorter cock, but it was thick and muscular.

  Willy, as his name suggested, was very well endowed and although he had slightly less girth, had the length advantage.

  Both of their cocks twitched and were on the rise.

  In a moment of madness I tried to stand up and run away. But as I did, I felt myself tripping over a leg. I looked up and saw that Jasmine, her of the power booty, had tripped me. She grabbed me by my hair and dragged me back to the men, who were by now fully hard, openly wanking their cocks for the pleasure of the watching women.

  “Don’t you ever fucking dare try and run again, and don’t worry, my bottom will be punishing you later for this!” Felicity said, gleeful and
meaning every word.

  “What should the slut do?” Ms Stafford asked. “Should he lick and suck the big cocks?”

  Lick and suck, lick and suck! Every woman in the crowd began to chant.

  I looked over to Beverley and remembered her words of warning about disobeying Ms Stafford.

  Beverley gave me a knowing look, one that was part disciplinarian but also partly caring too.

  It was as if she wanted me to succeed.

  I inched towards the men on my knees and stood in front of both, my face only centimetres away from two mightily impressive dicks. I then began to lick and suck on the bulbous heads of each cock in turn.

  I was shocked with how easily I got into it, in a matter of moments I was sucking one while wanking the other and then switching over seamlessly.

  The women cheered and began to move in from their tables and form a close circle around us.

  “Boys, let the slut have it! Show him your hot bull seed!” Ms Stafford commanded.

  With that, the men pulled away from me, aimed their cocks and both began to fire their hot, stringy cum right at my face and upper torso.

  I couldn’t believe how much was coming out, how easily it covered my face. I could feel it running into my mouth and off the tip of my nose.

  The truth is it felt glorious.

  I felt like I was living the life I had always meant to live. A proper slut, a submissive little sissy for a superior woman.

  The two men finally finished cumming and received a round of applause for their troubles.

  “You,” Willy said, pointing at Felicity. “You come up to see me later, and bring the sissy too, I’m going to get both your booties working for me.”

  “Oh - it’s a date!” Felicity said, gushing, turning and shaking her mountainous ass for Willy.

  “Bro, I’m not missing this,” Aleffo said, high fiving Willy as they both walked out.

  Ms Stafford and the women then proceeded to spank me, taking it in turns to stick various food items up my bottom for their amusement.

  Jasmine, who was good with technology said she was going to make Gifs of me taking a cucumber in my bottom.

  I wish I could describe more how all this felt, but after my cock sucking and full facial I was honestly in too much of a daze. So much of a daze that as they all left me to clear up, I didn’t realise that I actually had a banana still wedged in my stretched hole.

  It took Beverely, now the sole woman left, to tell me.

  “Oh come here, sissy,” She said. “It might be your first time, but only a silly little boy leaves a banana in his cute little tushy. Here, let me help.”

  With that she eased the fruit out and drew me in close.

  Almost like she had read my mind, she held me and pulled out her breasts and rubbed them over my face.

  “There we are, only fair you get a little suck on something that isn’t a throbbing dick,” She said.

  I felt my cock surge and explode over my stomach.

  I moaned gently.

  “That’s it, feels nice doesn’t it?” Beverley said. “I like you, and I think you’ll make a good sissy with a little bit of help. Even the likes of Felicity will teach you things about how to be a good little slut, for a start she’ll be showing you tonight how to pop and twerk for your men’s delight.”

  I could have been scared by the prospect but actually felt good.

  I knew that this was the beginning of something, something that I could succeed at, something that I could enjoy.

  A new adventure.

  A full time sissy slut with all the benefits!

  Feminized by The Boss!

  Sissy, CFNM Humiliation, SPH, and More…

  By

  Tina Majors

  Perfect10 Books

  All rights reserved with the author, Tina Majors (2019-)

  Now before we hit that filthy, humiliating, frenzy of panty punishment, let’s have a little peak at what’s to come…

  I walked into the building and looked around. Not sure why exactly, I knew the building well and must have been in the foyer at least one hundred and fifty times over the course of the previous four years.

  I saw the same people sitting behind the large monochrome reception desk, smiling politely as they dealt with phone calls and enquiries in person from various visitors or work employees who had perhaps forgotten their security pass cards and needed to request a temporary day pass.

  I also saw the same grumpy security guards standing bolt upright, glowering and looking like they were having the most boring, miserable, dull day of their lives.

  I wondered why the security men couldn’t just lighten up a bit, take a chill pill, relax and let the world go by. Then of course I remembered that their job was security and it wouldn’t be a great look if they were all singing and all dancing, not focussing on any potential threats – not that there would likely be many threats in a bog standard office block such as this.

  You really couldn’t get a more generic block, and with it being only a few years old it still had a sheen of contemporary design, albeit an uninspiring attempt at looking to capture the chic minimalist aesthetic of what one would imagine a silicon valley tech office to look like.

  Hell, I’m no expert on contemporary architecture but I know what looks good, bad, and downright average.

  I visit so many of these kinds of buildings as part of my work I kind of have become an expert and can see all the tell-tale signs of a building that is a bit run down and due a refurbishment, versus one that is new and has had a decent wedge of money pumped into its appearance.

  Anyway, I looked around and spotted the reception desk I needed to head to and walked through the bustling crowd of various people to get there. It was quite hot, hotter than it usually was in the foyer, and ideally I would have loved to be in something less formal and sweaty than my mid price off the hangar suit; don’t get me wrong it was a decent suit that looked pretty good on me, but it wasn’t exactly fine couture either if you follow my drift.

  Anyway, as I say, normally this kind of temperature you would associate with less stuffy attire, but what is it they say?

  Be careful what you wish for.

  **

  Feminized by the Boss!

  Sissy, CFNM Humiliation, SPH, and More…

  By

  Tina Majors

  Perfect10 Books

  All rights reserved with the author, Tina Majors (2019-)

  I said hello to the woman at reception. Her name was Janet and I guess I knew her fairly well having signed in and out so many times over the years.

  She was a friendly individual with a helpful attitude; I had often asked her if she could look after a package or whether she could order me a taxi when I had travelled without my car and she had always happily obliged and gone that extra mile, something that I appreciated and always ensured to say thank you for.

  Well, today Janet seemed a little on edge, which was off putting and a bit weird given how consistent she had always been in her behaviour all the time I had known her.

  I asked whether she would be able to order a taxi for me and her response was puzzling: she said that she would, and that if I needed to cancel the taxi I would have to let her know.

  Why on earth would I need to cancel the taxi, I thought?

  This was a standard in and out appointment that would take the bog standard forty five minutes, and then on to the next appointment at another similar office building. I was good at keeping time over the course of my working, I prided myself on my efficient scheduling which pleased both my employer and made me happy as I knew I would always be able to finish work as planned and then get on with my life outside of work – everyone a winner!

  What could possibly be up?

  Anyway, I told Janet that it was fine if I had to contact her to cancel the taxi, but I really didn’t see it happening.

  Then something happened that absolutely shocked me, and I mean shocked me. Janet said that I would have to deal with the c
onsequences if I didn’t, and I might want to think about how it wasn’t always going to be possible to get my own way.

  I couldn’t believe it, I was so taken aback.

  Ever been so shocked by something you can’t get your words out and just kind of mumble, nod, and move on almost as if the thing that just happened didn’t actually happen?

  Yeah, that was me in this situation, shocked into a kind of bewildered befuddlement.

  I nodded, said sure, and walked away from Janet.

  Well, I guess she’s having a bad day to be so out of character and frankly rude, I thought.

  We all have bad days, but this seemed different, I thought.

  Walking away from that undeniably weird moment with my head kind of in a spin and an unexplainable, and sort of worrying line of sweat dripping down my back, I paused to get a grip of myself and looked for the area of the foyer where the escalators were located.

  I walked over to this area and soon got back into my confident stride.

  There was something about being in the work environment that made me get my head in gear and my focus on point, irrespective of any weird moment or curve ball thrown in my direction.

  I began to power walk over to the frontage of the escalator and took my place alongside the people waiting to get into the vertical shaft metallic cabinet that would take them to their floor of business.

  After a bit of an extended wait (there seemed to be a slow down on floor six, and I was going to the seventh) the lift doors all opened in unison and a bunch of people walked out and continued with their days.

  I was left with a choice of escalators and walked into the middle one – perhaps a legacy of my love of the programme Eggheads, a reasonably proficient British quiz show where a team of nerds battle it out with amateur quizzers for a moderate prize, with one of the show’s catchphrases being to pick the answer in the middle when unsure of the answer.